GROWING PAINS

TWELVE

I am currently mopping floors and busting tables. Today it hasn't been as busy as it usually is.

Mark has been ignoring me all day. I'm not sure why but at the same time I could not be bothered.

I hardly got any sleep last night. My lack of sleep is really affecting me. To top it all off, I really don't feel great today.

I've got a fever and I'm stressed out over life. Which is the norm, but with fatigue and dizziness, it makes it a hell of lot worse.

I continue busting tables but I'm burning up. I can feel it. I remove my cardigan but then I start freezing so I put it back on.

I can't do this.

I walk over to Mark's office and I knock on the door. "Come in." I hear him say. So I open the door and he glances up at me.

"Mark, may I please go home. I really do not feel great at all." He nods, "Yes." I'm nod, "Thank you." He nods, "Uhm, get well soon."

I get into my car praying for safety to get home without any hassles.

As soon as I arrive at home I throw on a shorts and a tank top. I fetch a damp cloth and pat it on my forehead.

I then throw a pile of blankets on the couch and climb underneath it. I then kick it away. Then pull it back.

Frustrated. I force myself to fall asleep.

-Later-

My phone is screaming in my ear as it rings. I'm drenched in a cold sweat. I pick up my phone while shivering, "Hello?"

"Open your door." I sigh, "Brandon, I-" He cut me off, "Otherwise I kick it down." I groan and hold all the blankets around my weak frame and open the door.

To my suprise, Brandon is standing with grocery bags, pharmacy medication and a concerned look on his face.

He brushes past me and into my kitchen. Once he has placed all the goodies down, he makes his way over to me.

He places the back of his hand against my forehead. "My gosh Savannah. You're burning up." I shut my eyes and sigh.

He glances at me, "I'm staying here tonight. Also I'm going to cook you some chicken soup. Then tomorrow you're going to the doctor."

I throw off all the blankets as I'm burning up. I feel rather embarrassed as I realize what I'm wearing.

Brandon scans my body up and down and I hear his breath hitch. We make direct eye contact, before I say softly, "Chicken soup would be lovely."

He nods, "Uhm, yeah. Let me get started." I nod before I go and hop into a shower.

I come out in a sweatshirt and a shorts. I sit down on one of those stools by the kitchen counter.

Brandon is wearing some chef apron and what made me smile is his hair net.

He turned around, "Oh you can judge?" I smile, "Don't you look adorable." He smiles, "You feeling a bit better?"

I shut my one eye and slaunt my hand side to side. "A bit." He nods, "Soup will be done in a bit." I smile, "Great."

He places a cup of tea infront of me. "Drink up. My grandmother says that tea helps with everything."

I smile as I take in the lovely aroma of the tea. I take a sip as it's still hot. "This tastes amazing." He smirks, "I know." I roll my eyes.

He then places a bowel with chicken soup in it. He then places himself next to me, "Let's dig in." I nod, we do a "cheers" with our spoons.

Brandon spits his soup out of this mouth causing me to laugh. He cringed, "This is terrible."

I shake my head, "It's not that bad." He gives me the look, "Oh please, you don't need to be polite."

I shake my head, "Seriously, this is amazing." He rolls his eyes, "I hate this." I smile, "This is honestly the best soup I've had in a while. Infact, I'm going for seconds."

He chuckles, "Be my guest."

After dinner, Brandon forced me to lie down on the couch. So here I am, staring at the ceiling while I hear him singing to music and cleaning the kitchen.

I still don't feel one hundred percent better, but with Brandon's care, I feel a lot better.

He places a glass of water with some medication infront of me. "Drink up."

I sit up slowly and he waits patiently for me to drink it. Once I'm done he places the glass in the sink.

He then sits down and motions for me to lay down as well. So I settle on placing my head down in his legs.

He throws a blanket over me. He then plays with my hair and I drift off into a deep sleep.